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A slave's training is never complete, for her limits must be pushed, tried, and ever increased at the whim and desire of her master. Such is the case with our dear lemurfox, who has become a valued plaything at the hands of the man she's devoted to pleasing in every way possible...

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Hazel eyes roamed over the auburn fur of the being at his feet, meeting her downcast yellow-orange ones briefly as she lowered her gaze, her hair falling into her face. It had been a long process, but she was finally fully his. The hybrid he'd caught and trained, molded into his obedient pet, devoted and unwaveringly loyal. A smile curved his lips for the barest of moments before he turned his attention to his task.

She knelt in front of him, eyes lowered to the ground, tail flicking anxiously as it curled around her legs loosely. She wanted this, nay, needed it; deep down, she craved the pain he could inflict on her, loved how he made her suffer and how it brought them closer. Leaning forward, she lowered herself onto all fours, crawling slowly over to nuzzle against his ankle, pressing her lips gently to the hollow of bone there. Her back arched slightly, raising her tail slightly, giving him a partial view of her ass. A sudden sharp pain announced his hand gripping her tail and pulling it firmly and deliberately towards him, forcing her buttocks higher in the air. "Much better. You're my little slutpet, and I want you to look the part, understood?" Whimpering, she nodded quickly, forcing herself to push her body even further, spreading her legs and lowering her chest to the floor, pose screaming 'in heat'.

He crouched, running his fingers over her lower back to her vulnerable buttocks, splaying his hand over one rounded muscle for a moment before drawing it away to deliver a firm swat where it met her upper thigh. The smirk returned as he watched her reaction, the yelp as the first warm waves of pain began to spread from where his hand had connected, the way she'd tried to hold still and not avoid or lessen the blow. She was obedient, he'd give her that. Wrapping his hand into her hair, he tugged firmly, not enough to hurt her overly much, but enough to get her to follow his lead and move. "Up and over to the wall, pet. You know the drill." Pulling her back against him long enough to caress the collar he'd given her, rubbing his thumb over the lock that kept her from removing it. He felt her nod again and let her go, delivering another hard smack to her rump as she walked.

Eyes clenched shut at the blows he gave her, she welcomed the warm throbbing left in the wake of his hand. She went where he told her quickly, eyes opening in time to catch the flash of silver from the cuffs attached to the bar running along the length of the wall. Arms raised, legs spread, tail up, she faced the wall, lowering her head slightly as he attached the cuffs to her wrists. "Arch your back, my pet. I want a good view of that ass." She felt him lift her tail again, but this time it was to cuff it up, attaching it to the back of her collar so it was out of the way. A small gasp escaped her as he fixed a blindfold over her eyes, allowing his hands to trail lightly over her ears and down to her shoulders before he moved away. "Now, a ten count to start, I think. Get you warmed up a bit." She flinched at the sudden sound of leather meeting skin and knew that he'd picked his favorite tool: a plain black leather belt. Not too wide, and broken in enough that it was exceedingly flexible. "Not a word for you save your counts, pet. Miss one and we start over, and you know what I want when we finish the ten."

He flexed the belt again, with one more test of it against his palm. His most familiar 'toy', and his preferred tool as well. Doubling it up, he held it by the buckle, swinging his arm back and landing the first blow to her right buttock, catching her in the same place his hand had when she'd been on all fours. "One!" His smirk widened into a pleased smile as he heard her call out the blow as she'd been trained to, her voice already holding a quiver to it. The next lash caught her left cheek, the leather kissing the inside of her thigh. "Two!" Each progressive lick of the belt brought out small changes in the lemurfox, ones he enjoyed watching immensely.

Three, four, five... Each time the belt connected, she reacted, arching her back and moaning softly between blows, her legs parting wider. By the seventh lash, she was trembling slightly, raised up on her toes, her ass thrust out and up so far that she exposed her pussy to him as well. She paid for this with a lash aimed at her sex, the edge of the leather grazing her clit, causing her to cry out before counting off number eight. Nine found the belt connecting with the inside of her right thigh, and she bit her lip, mewling loudly as the pain increased, feeling her flesh throbbing from the abuse. Finally, the tenth lash swept under both buttocks, making her jump as she yelled out the count for him, relaxing in her restraints, eyes closed. "T-thank you... master. May I... may I have more?"

He beamed at her, though she couldn't see it. His little pet, so obedient, so eager to please him... he loved it, and her. "Very good, pet, very good. You really want more, do you?" He noted her nod of assent, then began to release her from the shackles. "Very well. I suppose we could go for another ten. No restraint this time. Paws on the wall where I can see them and bend more." She complied quickly enough, bending and revealing herself to him. He chuckled slightly at the sight of her tail quivering in the shackle holding it in place along her back, rubbing his palms over her newly warmed ass. "To fifteen this time, and I won't make you count." He leaned over long enough to catch one of her ears between his teeth, nipping it before he collected his next toy - a flogger he'd made from an old braided belt.

She whimpered, panting slightly as he massaged her buttocks, whining when he bit her ear. Her sex was swollen from the combination of the lash she'd caught from the belt as well as her own arousal, and she wriggled slightly. He startled her by leaning against her back again, his hands moving around her waist and up to her breasts, which he fondled none too gently, pulling at her nipples long enough to secure a pair of belled clamps to them. "I always did like the way those sounded," he mused, murmuring in her ear before nipping it again and stepping back to deliver the first blows from the flogger. The many thin straps rained over her back, buttocks and upper thighs, stinging more than the wide flat leather of his belt had. He'd never purposely injure her, but it was entirely possible she'd have a good number of small welts hidden under her fur when he was finished with her. She began to pant harder as the lashes continued, crying out sharply as the last of them connected with her already sore flesh.

Fifteen more lashes down, and she was starting to show her discomfort. Noting this, he tossed the flogger aside, tracing her buttocks with his fingertips and smirking at the sharp hiss he heard as she sucked in a breath from the pain. Still, there was no denying she was aroused by it as well. His fingers moved lower, sliding along until he found her pussy, spread apart by her position against the wall and slick to the touch. "Well now, I can't have hurt you that bad. My little slutpet, so wet from her spanking. Naughty girl." His tone was playful, yet his words brought out a shudder from his lemurfox. Thrusting two fingers into her suddenly, he was rewarded by a loud mewling as she arched her back, pushing back against his hand. "Now now, pet. We're not finished yet, not by a long shot. Relax."

"Ohhh... " Her moan sounded far too loud to her own ears, but she knew her master had never minded hearing her vocalize her desire for him. Still blinded by the cloth over her eyes, she allowed herself a bit more abandon than usual, moving her hips against his hand gently, increasing the effect of her master stroking inside her. He worked his fingers against her g-spot, gently at first, then with firmer, faster strokes, almost massaging it, bringing her dangerously close to orgasm before sliding his fingers out of her and rubbing her lower lip with them. "My fingers need to be cleaned, it seems." Moaning softly, she opened her mouth, seeking his fingers with her tongue and sucking them clean of her fluids. The taste was not unpleasant, slightly musky, and she licked her lips as he withdrew his hand, leaving a faint afterimpression on her tongue.

He pulled her away from the wall, walking her over to the bed and pulling her facedown across his lap as he sat squarely on the mattress. His palm massaging one sore buttock, bracing his free arm across her back and clearing his throat loudly. "Arms behind your back, pet, and keep them there." His forearm pressed against her shoulderblades as the hand at her ass suddenly swung, the sound of his palm connecting with her sore buttocks making her flinch violently and cry out loud enough to echo against the walls of the bedroom. Knowing she couldn't see the grin that crossed his face at her writhing on his lap, he continued, drawing out the blows and letting his hand linger between them, even having to catch himself from chuckling out loud at the sound of the bells tinkling with each motion of her ample breasts. However, when he heard genuine pain in her whimpering, he stopped, caressing her tail gently before unlatching it from her collar. "Very good, my pet. Your level of tolerance is increasing, and that pleases me. I'm still not done with you though. You know how much master enjoys being able to play with you, after all. It's rare that I get such a long span of time to do so, too." Tapping her hip lightly, he gestured for her to get up, making her lay spread out on her back on the bed, arms and legs bound securely to the corners of the wooden frame.

As soon as the bindings were in place, she began to squirm, whimpering softly, hips shifting in a strangely exotic dance. She was positively soaked by now, the fine rusty fur along her inner thighs matted and damp from her arousal. She knew what he planned to do with her, knew that he was likely to use this chance to further tease and excite her, hopefully leading to one of the mindblowing orgasms only he knew how to give her. The clamps were removed from her nipples suddenly, and the flow of blood back to them made her writhe, her moans becoming louder as she felt his mouth close around one, alternately licking at it, sucking at it, and even nipping her gently before working the other breast the same way. As her master occupied his mouth with her breasts, she felt his fingers drive hard up into her sex, seeking that spot again and finding it quickly. As he worked her, her moans turned to cries of pleasure, hips rising and falling between her master and the bed as the first hints of orgasm began to flow through her. Just as she was on the verge of release, he pulled away, positioning himself between her legs and grabbing her hips to steady them.

His plan had been to draw her orgasm out as much as possible, but his own desires were almost too much. Kneeling in front of his slave, his lover, he mused silently at how much she'd grown since they'd begun this journey. Her devotion more than anything was what pleased him most. Nonetheless, at the current point in time, he had a task still in hand that required his attention more. One hand still firmly clasping her hips, the other quickly moved to the base of his cock long enough for him to position the head against the entrance to her pussy before he thrust hard into her, both hands again on her hips, pulling her into the thrust and relishing the almost-scream of pleasure that he ripped out of her. One thing she never did was keep still, and now was no exception. Though his thrusts were slow and leisurely, his thumb working her clit in tight circular motions, she writhed for him, her hips moving against his as her back arched, raising her off the bed slightly.

Oh god, oh god... All her coherent thoughts seemed to vanish with that first thrust, her body reacting instinctively to all the sensations coursing through her. His thumb on her clit was the worst of it, quickly bringing her up to the brink of orgasm again. "M-master... please... " she whined, grinding her hips up against his thrusts as best she could. Just a little more and she'd be over that edge and screaming. His thrusts sped up, his cock impaling her over and over hard enough that she knew she'd come away from their lovemaking with a distinct ache in her lower abdomen, but she didn't care. His hand moved from her hip, ripping the blindfold off suddenly as he growled a simple command at her. "Now, pet!" With that magic word spoken, her orgasm ripped through her, bowing her body before she succumbed to a series of violent spasms, her hips snapping brutally against his driving cock, which now filled her with a gush of hot liquid, her master's cum shooting into her bringing a new height to her already mind-numbing release.

Their bodies rocked together for another moment or two before he let out a long moan, his orgasm draining his energy as effectively as any good workout might. Falling forward over his slave gently, he gave one last thrust into her before withdrawing, smirking as she writhed at the feeling of his cum trickling out of her. One hand cupped her muzzle, moving her face to face with him so he could kiss her forehead gently. "As always, you please me to no end, pet," he murmured, reaching out to release the bonds around her wrists and allowing her to sit up briefly to remove the ones at her ankles. As she lay back beside him again, he glanced between her legs, smirking widely at the way her fur was matted almost the the midpoint of her thighs. "And you enjoyed it too, from the look of things. Come, I think a shower before we sleep would be best." With that, he slipped off the bed, extending a hand to her as he stood.

She was half asleep when he suggested the shower and nodded lightly. "Yes, you're right, master... a shower would be lovely right now." Her eyes followed him as he got up, and lingered over the beauty of his form for a moment as he reached for her. Smiling, she took his hand, their fingers twining together as their eyes met. Master and slave, yes, but lovers as well, both their expressions speaking that which they had no need to voice - quite simply, "I love you."